Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 21:48:28 -0700
From: tball101@hotmail.com
Subject: Gluteus Maximus Pt. 8
This story is pure fiction, inspired by a recent massage I enjoyed.
There are graphic depictions of male homosexuality contained in this story
so if you don't like it, don't read it.
Love to hear your feedback. Send me an email at tball101@hotmail.com
Previously in "Gluteus Maximus" - Chapter Seven
Once again, I became that babbling, incoherent slut as he fucked me silly
for the next hour or so. The man was truly a fucking machine and he knew
exactly how to make me cum with his dick.
I came two more times in my pouch and it soaked through with my cum.
After we were done and I was lying in his arms in bed one hand playing with
his soft, hefty meat, he asked me gently, "So did you like your gift?
"I loved it", I responded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I think I made
a mess of this thong though," I said motioning to my soaked crotch.
"Oh that's okay," he said sweetly. "There's more where that came from"
"Gluteus Maximus" - Chapter Eight
"We can get you all dressed up if you want", he said staring at the
ceiling, "You like that idea baby?"
I gave a somewhat nervous laugh, "What do you mean?"
"Oh there's all kind of hot shit I can get for you to wear, make you look
like a real sexy lady if you want, baby" he rubbed my head.
Did he say a real sexy lady?
"Well, I don't know about that" I said with a slight giggle as I noticed
his dick starting to thicken in my hand.
"Why not Josh?" I noted it was the first time he called me by my name in a
long time. "Seems like you really get off on this shit. I know I love it!"
he said with some excitement in his voice.
"I don't know, it seems kind of weird," I said earnestly looking up to his
face. "I mean, this was totally hot, but I don't know if I want to dress
like a woman".
He let out a slight laugh and rubbed my head. "Well, you wouldn't exactly
be dressed like a woman, what you think I'm gonna put you in a business
suit and shit?"
The thought made me laugh.
"No, I'm talking about you just wearing some shit that would make you look
like my sexy lady, you know what I'm sayin'?" he asked
Of course, I was starting to catch on but my hetero side was really
beginning to fight back here.
"I don't know man", I said shaking my head and looking back down at his
dick.
He laughed again.
"Well, I do know." He grabbed the back of my head with his hand. "Look at
me," he commanded.
My eyes met his.
"Josh, I'm telling you something, you may not know it now but you are one
of the freakiest bitches I have ever met."
I stared at him wide-eyed.
"And you love it."
His dick was now rock hard in my hand.
"You like my dick, right?" he asked.
"Yes." I said quietly.
"You absolutely love getting fucked, me pounding your ass, right?"
"Yes"
"You love sucking my big dick and eating my cum, right?"
"Yes"
"You love eating it for me right?"
"Yes"
"You love shaking your little candy ass in my face and getting spanked,
right?"
"Yes"
"And you want to be treated like a little bitch whore, with cum all over
your face and wearing sweet little panties for your daddy, don't you?"
"Yes" I said totally resigned.
"There you go. What are you worried about? Just be yourself and go with the
flow. Everything will be fine," he said without a worry in the world.
He pushed my head back down on his cock.
"Now eat that dick girlfriend. Suck it like the cocksucker you fucking
are."
I almost felt like crying as I opened wide and took his dick back in my
mouth. For the first time I felt totally demeaned and less than nothing. I
had allowed myself to be totally used. I had lost all respect for myself.
Yet I kept on sucking away. And when he shot another load on my tongue
twenty minutes later, I lapped it up like a dog.
At home that night I just stared at the ceiling lying on my bed for hours.
My conflicted soul raged.
I was a guy. I was a guy's guy. High school football stud with the world
by the balls; great parents, hot girlfriend, a great group of friends who
admired and respected me, a car, everything a kid could want.
I liked being a dude. I liked being alpha in my group. I liked being a star
of the team, the cock of the walk.
I also liked getting reamed up the ass with a big black dick, sucking cock,
eating cum and taking on the persona of a female cock whore during role
play. Just thinking about dressing up in lingerie for Dev and him spanking
my ass had me hard as a rock.
The dichotomy was not lost upon me.
What was I going to do? Yes, I was hot for cock and getting fucked, but I
remembered that emptiness when Dev shoved me back on his dick. I felt that
I had crossed a line that I never should have even approached by being too
submissive -- no matter how much it seemed to suit me. I was still after
all, me.
So I decided to ignore everything and try to get back to normalcy. Yes, I
know I already tried it once and failed, but I had a new resolve. I was
never going to call Dev again and I was going to try to focus on school,
football and Becky... again. Get myself back into the full swing of hetero
life.
I managed to do okay.
It was the last couple of weeks of football season and I was very busy
trying to make the most of it. I was working hard, seeing Becky when I
could, boning her with as much enthusiasm as I could muster and then
some. It was very comforting watching my cock pump into her pussy from
behind, reminding me that I was still a man. Hearing her squeals of
appreciation was like an elixir for my manhood and I appreciated my
youthful testosterone levels more than ever.
At the beginning of the last week of organized football, the coach called
me into his office.
I got there to find Ray Wickes already sitting in front of coach's desk. I
took the seat next to him.
Coach Peterson explained to Ray and I that we were coming to a critical
phase in out football "careers" such as they were. We were the only two
players on his team with enough talent and potential to possibly make it to
a Division I program. To get there though, he felt that we would need to
commit to an off season training regimen that would be guaranteed to kick
our ass but also give us the best shot at getting recruited.
He would organize and supervise our regimen, but Ray and I would be joined
at the hip as work out partners.
My heart skipped a beat when the coach said it -- "joined at the hip" -- if
he only knew how I'd like to be "joined" to this stud. I shot a glance at
Ray and as usual he was inscrutable; he sat there stone faced and
emotionless.
Of course, we both agreed and said our thanks to the Coach as we left the
office.
"Wow, that's cool, huh?" I said sounding like a boy scout.
Ray just stopped and gave me a dead look. "Yeah, it's nifty," he said
mockingly. "I can't wait to see your ragged ass everyday".
I laughed at his joke but he just walked away. Maybe he seriously didn't
like me after all.
That Thursday night after practice I found myself in the shower by myself
soaping up, losing myself in thought slightly as I washed my crack and
played with my hole when Ray entered the shower and took up his usual spot
3 or 4 shower heads away from me.
As usual he said nothing as he started washing up, his ripped physique and
banana dick looking impressive as usual.
I nodded my acknowledgment and turned my back to him, partly to hide my
semi and partly to give him full view of my ass. Without thinking, almost
by force of habit, I bent over to rub my ankle presenting my ass to him as
I had done a few times before.
I again played out the little fantasy in my head imagining that I was
turning him on with my pert bubble butt, presenting it to him for action. I
bent over deep, sticking my ass out and spreading my cheeks pretending I
was stretching out my strained lats.
Of course, not wanting to be too obvious, I resumed my shower pretty
quickly, rinsed off and turned to say "see ya" to find him lathering his
chest, staring right at me, shooting daggers at me with his eyes. I
couldn't help but take a quick glance at his dick - it looked bigger than
normal -- as I nervously scurried away past him.
I was atwitter with sexual energy, at the same time worrying that Ray knew
what I was doing and wondering if he found my ass sexy. I rushed home as
fast as I could and jerked off thinking of Ray bending me over and snaking
his massive cock into my ass.
Try as I might, I couldn't banish these thoughts from my head! I was
disgusted with myself.
Well, at least I had managed to not call Dev for almost two whole weeks, I
rationalized. But honestly, I would have done anything at that moment to
have either one of their hot black dicks up my ass.
Friday night came and we played the last game of the season. We lost
unfortunately, a heart breaker by a field goal. Both Ray and I acquitted
ourselves well, but the whole team was bummed out and wrapped things up in
the locker room with some heavy hearts. My parents were great as usual,
conciliatory and supportive and Becky gave me a big kiss as she went on
ahead to the diner with everyone.
As usual I waited for everyone to clear and went into the shower last to
find it empty. I washed myself in somewhat of a hurry as I knew Becky and
everyone was waiting.
Ray startled me as he entered the shower and took up his usual spot around
twenty feet away from me in the shower. I thought I was the only one there.
I gave him the usual nod and turned my back as usual. I was too preoccupied
and hurried to get into my standard fantasy routine and I simply continued
to wash myself.
I continued washing up when I literally -- and this is no joke -- dropped
the soap -- my shampoo bottle to be exact. I bent over to pick it up and
immediately heard Ray say "Muthafucka!" from behind me.
I turned to see him rushing at me, his impressive cock bouncing as he
moved. "I'm gonna kick your faggot ass you mother fucker!" he
yelled. Before I knew what was happening he grabbed me by the arm, twisting
it violently.
"What the fuck you doing showing me your ass in the shower all the time you
fucking faggot?" he demanded.
I was speechless, terrified beyond words and mortified to death that he
knew what I was doing all this time.
We glared at each other hard for a split second when I suddenly just
dropped to my knees and gobbled up his cock like the starving whore I was.
All I heard him say was "What the fuck?" and felt him let go of my arm.
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